It's two forty-five in the afternoon and I'm not at work. I am home, where it seems like I've always been. The reason why I'm at home? Because I have a really bad cold. I got it on Monday and did nothing but rest and read. By this morning, my throat was on fire, an earthquake hit my chest everytime I coughed and my whole body felt like I was pummeled with stones.
What a sucky feeling to call in sick my first day back to work. I'm drinking tea, taking steam showers and generally trying to take it easy so I can go back tomorrow. Of course it happens that the time I get a handle on one illness, another one comes along. Damn that Murphy's Law!
On another note, being this sick allowed me to finish all 782 pages of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke. I really enjoyed this book. It is written in the style of nineteenth century literature, but with a modern wit. It tells the story of an England that did not exist, however, Clarke has such a way with detail...hence the 782 pages...that I believed it all happened...and some pretty amazing events occur in this book. If you can get through the first 200 pages or so, which I admit are difficult, it is well worth it at the end.